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Post by Goku on Dec 5, 2023 22:11:30 GMT -5
Death & Divinity
| 3994a0 | WC: 1,223 / 5,294 / 23,132 PASSIVES: 4k Charisma Continuation from The 11th Hour
| "Attention, all! Please finalize your preparations and ready yourselves to be transported to Toffit," the herald shouted with a hearty voice that would temporarily interrupt all conversations, actions or other distractions the guests had gotten into. "Upon arrival, the enemy may be expecting us. You may engage once given the command to." The herald finished his announcement with a salute as he retook his position and stoic stance. Meanwhile, in the bowels of the Citadel, the small army of the Fallen soldiers readied themselves. Their numbers were a fraction of the beast that lay ahead, but the trials the Fallen soldiers engaged to bolster their mind, body and power, put them leagues ahead of others. They themselves were weapons of war, and fighting to reclaim their homeland would give them an edge the Usurper's Forlorn could never obtain. "Everything is set!" a male voice called out. "We're ready for transportation." Sariel stood above the bustling inner Citadel with her hand gripped against the hilt of her black sword. At her nod of approval, the engineer began to tap away at the control panel that sat before a large test tube. The inside of the tube was filled with an odd humanoid figure suspended in mid-air . At the engineer's behest, the creature writhed and convulsed as thin strings of energy were drawn out from its skin. The atmosphere from within the Citadel of Dusk changed drastically. All within its walls would feel the shift as a heavy burden on their backs, before lightening up in almost the same instant. The few windows from within the citadel transformed from the bleak darkness of a destroyed planet, to the inviting sunny fields of Toffit. Immediately after transport, Arael and Odyn quickly moved to gather Ember and Vegeta to separate them from the rest of the group. Their infiltration would be key to the success of the group. "Here," Arael whispered to the trio as she rummaged into the leather sack at her feet. She withdrew three simple silver metal bands, engraved with Enochian runes and beset with a dull green emerald. "Take these, put them on and do not take them off for any reason," she said. As Vegeta and Ember would accept the bands they'd feel the unusual warmth of the silver. "The Chamber of Waking allows the user to intercept the mind and body of the living to control them. Without these both of you are at risk of being invaded by Ur'Alyconis. These four bands alone have taken a year to craft, so do not lose them!" the Celestial stressed the last point as she slipped her own on. "Stay close to me," she added as they were secreted away to another exit from the Citadel. The sound of mechanics whirring filled the main room as the north-most wall jolted open, then slid down like a panel to reveal the landscape of the Celestial's home and the field of untamed flowing grass that waved in the wind, all framed by an expansive glowing blue sky. It was a peaceful scene, almost like nary a worry lie behind the walls. Floating above the fields of grass, the Citadel crawled toward the Consecrated Fortress carrying the entire Fallen army & Mercenaries in tow. Upon their approach they saw movement - a formation of Forlorn and other dark twisted creatures from the nether. They were preparing for combat. " Hold!" Sariel shouted the order, causing the Citadel to come to a sudden halt. Her dark turquoise eyes narrowed as she inspected the center of the field. " Darion? Is that you?” her voice nearly faltered with regret as she caught a glimpse of the Forlorn Commander. Regret for what was about to occur. " Ready yourselves! The Citadel will fall right there," Sariel pointed her black blade on the western side of the wall. " As far as we can get before the barrier cuts us off to allow us the chance for Arael and the others to sneak in. Many of these soldiers we fight are mind controlled by Ur'Alyconis. They are my people. If you can refrain from killing them, please do. If you cannot," Sariel paused and gave a somber look. " Please, give them a quick warrior's death.” At her motion, the Citadel again transported again, except this time it was precisely where the Horseman had informed. High above the sturdy wall of the fortress. The peaceful blue sky would greet them from the open panel, along with the deceptive comfort the view of the Celestial home brought. The high towers that stood as a testament to the Celestial home away from home. So close. “ Brace yourselves,” The Citadel of Dusk gave way to gravity and came crashing down into the castle walls, the impact sent all manner of objects to be flung around and any unprepared people to fall. The sound of crunching stone filled the air as the sturdy bottom of the once floating fortress smashed its way to a sturdy stance bordering the inner courtyards of the fortress and the wall bordering the field of evergreen grass. “That’s our cue,” Arael whispered to her team. From her vantage point near the bottom of the Citadel she watched as Sariel led the charge into the enemy forces as the Horseman of Life, atop a dark celestial steed. It was the first time seeing Life upon her mount, and the sight struck something of awe within the warrior. “We should get moving,” Odyn politely prodded. Arael nodded as her grip tightened around the shaft of her axe. “Right. We’ll descend into the City and make our way to the Fortress. Be on your guard, who knows what lies in store.” The sounds of battle lessened as they moved further from the epicenter of the fighting, leaving behind the harsh reality of war and instead slipping into the high stakes mission of stealthily, exactly as planned. Sariel would draw the attention of the Forlorn and Ur’Alyconis while Arael moved under her cover. They could not fail - she could not fail. To that end, Sariel sought to draw out the reserves by tapping into the ultimate power of her status. A brimming white aura attached to her form and followed every swipe and strike while she charged head on into the thick of the shadows. Vile fanged beasts of pure shadow made up the bulk of the army with the mind controlled Celestials intermixed in the fray. “ Lilim! Summon your soldiers at the south side, let’s pincer them!” she shouted above the chaos and hoped the Empress would hear. Where did these shadows come from? There were hundreds of thousands, on a scale that would have surely overwhelmed the much, much smaller Fallen army had the Demon Queen generously offered her assistance. —-> “Horseman, watch out!” the warning came from the First Born, followed by the demon roughly tackling Sariel from atop her mount. The two crashed to the ground as a javelin of jagged ice swept past the area Sariel previously occupied. “Someone has it out for you, watch yourself,” Cain said almost scolding her, rising to his feet before assisting the Celestial up. “The one who seeks your death approaches.” Slowly and methodically, the armored Commander of the Forlorn armies approached, wielding an aura of despair and hopelessness. A two-handed silver blade trailed behind him, tearing a trench in the grassy landscape. With each step he brought War. |
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Post by Nappa on Dec 7, 2023 4:24:03 GMT -5
| War and... Life THE FORLORN Word Count: 1881 / 1881 / 25,013 |
The chaos of war raged outside the Fortress, but Zaquiel was prepared - at least for the beginning stages. He really wished someone could tell him what to do next, but all he knew were the orders that he’d been given months ago, drilled into his mind: If anyone tries to enter the Fortress who does not have access, stop whatever you’re doing and immediately activate this in the main hallway. Then immediately lock yourself in the closest room and wait for further instruction.That had been the voice of his superior, Daniel. It was difficult to forget that, as he had sent spittle flying all over Zaquiel’s face in the midst of the explanation. He had needed to clean his face thoroughly once excused, but the message had been clear. He stared intently at the vial in his hands - it was supposedly a relic from the Damaskian Shadowguard, though he had never asked what the vial did. There was no time to ask anymore, so he would just simply have to hope this stopped any potential interlopers from whatever their nefarious goals were. He clicked the top of the vial and tossed it towards the entrance of the Fortress, before immediately turning to the right and jumping into the lounge room. He slammed the door behind him and ran to the far side of the room, heart pounding. It was there that he waited. He was briefly struck with the thought that perhaps this plan would work better if anyone in the guard was able to speak telepathically, before he remembered that he had a network comms system on his armband. “Attention,” he said uncomfortably, after pushing the button. “Uh... as I’m sure most of you know, there does appear to be an attack on the Fortress taking place... My name is Zaquiel, and uh, well, I initiated the First Step Protocol in the main hallway to try and prevent any potential intruders, so be aware of this... don’t go out in the hallway.”The guard was able to hear static from the other end, but no actual words, a sign that his message had been heard. Satisfied, he turned the comm off, before hesitating a moment and sending a quick message right after the first: “Also, if anybody knows what the Second Step Protocol is, could they respond back and tell me if I’m involved in that? Thanks.”As the infiltration squad enters the main hallway, they will encounter a heart virus. Deal with this as you will, or don’t, and decide whether you will check any of the rooms on your way to Ur’Aylconis. Keep in mind that checking the rooms could lead to potential combat, but avoiding the rooms entirely leaves the party open for a possible rear attack. Choose wisely. This round will take 72 hours from my post to conclude, which allows everyone as many posts it takes to complete the task. ~~~ The quiet of Toffit had been disturbed. Even from how far away he was, Darion could feel the great quake upon the ground that signaled the beginning of the assault. His body had barely moved, simply twisting his neck until it cracked, before contorting his neck in the other direction. The Celestial had anticipated this... this treason against Ur’Alyconis. He couldn’t see what was happening, but he didn’t turn to get a better look. The ending was inevitable. They would die, and once more, all would be well on their world. Still, the energy of the planet was shifting, as though the grassy landscape he stood on was coming to life. It reached towards the battle, trying to lend its optimism to the interlopers. Darion would not stand for this - the death of the so-called “Horseman of Life” was not in question, but defeating this ragtag group was not the goal. As the knight stood to his full height and began to reach for the two-handed blade leaning against the tree nearest him, he shook his head. The destruction of every bit of hope they had was why he would enter the fray. Already, he could hear faint screams, and soon the ground would be wet with the blood of his fellows. Darion started to strap the blade’s sheath to his hip, but after a moment, chose to discard the sheath entirely. There was hardly a use for sheathing one’s blade as they entered a warzone. He already was in his battle gear - there was hardly a time when he didn’t wear it, save sleep. The cool, heavy metal was familiar, and that was good enough. He turned in the direction of the cacophony of sounds and began to walk. Slowly, methodically, he walked, the blade dragging behind him in his right hand. He couldn’t feel what it was doing behind him - the sword was strong enough to cut through the ground as easily as a child dug his hand in wet sand. With a sneer, he wondered what pitiful forces the rebels could have even put together. Most of the angels were locked away, and the few who still had their minds were nowhere near capable of launching a direct offensive on the Fortress. Perhaps they had patched together what remained of their alliance with the Saiyans... begged and pleaded and promised the world to the Scholars for aid... but it was of no consequence. Whoever he found were simply soon-to-be fertilizer for the lands around the Consecrated Fortress. Deep in his mind, though, beneath the layers of trickery, sadism, and arrogance, the true Darion screamed in agony. He had jumped to his feet at the realization that the Fallen Empire had mustered enough support to try and free their homeworld from Ur’Alyconis’ experimentation. He screamed into the void when his body began to pick up a sword, and tried his hardest to wrest control from whatever demonic forces were keeping him waylaid, but still, he could see his body striding towards the chaos. An unstoppable force on its way to meet the fractured forces of the Fallen in the field. When finally he was close enough to observe his minions drawing blood from the - were those of Lilim’s brood? He smiled broadly and shouted over the din, his voice carrying hopefully far enough that the blue-haired bitch could hear him. “How far you must have fallen, to call upon the Demon Queen and her ranks to bolster your pathetic display. May your blade betray you at the critical moment.” He chuckled, a harsh laugh devoid of any warmth. The Celestial rolled his shoulders, as though loosening up for battle, and a dark green mist began to pour out of the cracks in his suit of armor. The mist didn’t fill the air, but rather flew to the far reaches of the battlefield, forming a hazy barrier around the entire field of combat. Darion knew how disgustingly obsessed the rogue Celestials were with claiming this land as their own, and expected them to try to flee the moment they recognized this as a losing battle. They would all die here. A brilliant white glow - interspersed with flecks of that same dark hue as before - coated Darion’s body. Outside of the appearance of this aura, nobody watching could see the transformation through his suit of armor, but his muscles bulged and his eyes became a glittery crimson. The suit stretched slightly to fit his new, larger form, and finally he picked up the blade that had been dragging behind him for the entire trek. He raised it in triumph as the silver sword, as though reacting to his confidence, caught fire. Somehow even brighter than the local sun, it’s terrible heat burned, a looming threat to all who came to challenge the current leadership of this world. Silently, Darion leapt into the air; the power in his calves allowed him to shoot dozens of feet high without utilizing any Ki at all. He scanned the battlefield as he rose, searching for the flash of cerulean hair that would identify the one he was looking for: Sariel. Deep within the Celestial’s mind, Darion’s original persona begged any God who would listen that his body would not find the Horseman of Life. “I must fight this! Sariel, hide! Flee!” He screamed the words with anguish, but knew they were useless. She could not hear him, and even if she could, she would not abandon her fellows. Destiny had arrived, and only time would tell whose destiny it was. When he spotted her - without hesitation - he altered the course of his fall to head directly for her. He raised the flaming sword high over his head and his muscles tensed from the effort he planned to put into his first strike. The moment before Darion’s feet touched the ground, he sliced through the air. A wicked howl rang through the grassy highlands where the battle took place, a sonic boom from how fast he had swung the sword. A hole had been cleaved where he struck, nearly five feet deep. He snorted derisively. She was still alive... for now. The anger appeared to rise up in him, causing the air to crackle with electricity. The Horseman of War bent his knees, holding his hands out. At first, it looked as though he planned to charge an incredible attack within his palms. Instead, an unearthly shriek forewarned an electrical charge that flew from his body in all directions, coating almost the entirety of the battlefield. He saw some of his shadows even fall dead when hit with the attack, but he didn’t mourn the weaklings who couldn’t stand to fight alongside him. “You know you cannot hope to win,” he spat as he relaxed his body. His eyes stayed locked on the ground in front of him as he straightened to his full height. “So what is your true business here, Sariel? Do you wish to die a true death?” He half-bowed, a feeling of contempt in the motion. “I would be honored to grant that request.”
Actions: - Fog of War [0% Ki] [Free] (This technique is a unique ability for the Horseman of War, forcing everyone in combat to be unable to escape or flee combat until either the Horseman rescinds the technique, or is rendered otherwise KO’d)
- Transform to Regulated Prince of the Host [3.5% Ki]
- Inferno Sabre [Free]
- Rough Divide [0% Ki] @ Sariel
- Charge [1% Ki]
- Nuclear Shockwave [16% Ki] [DR 7]
Ki Used: 19.5% Everyone participating in the battle will have 4 actions per turn. You will not be able to use any action increasers or prepared items in this battle. Stats should not be listed, but for clarity’s sake, picture Darion’s Battle Power as somewhere between 5,000,000 and 10,000,000. Stuns will not take effect in this battle, and critical effects from techniques, inscriptions, etc. will not be rolled for on either side. You will not need to use actions if you want to attack the mind-controlled Celestials or formless shadows in your post. Darion’s physical appearance looks like this. Advanced and finishers are limited to 2 per post, and finishers cannot be used until the third post, minimum. Everyone will have 7 Speed Teleports. This round will take 72 hours from my post to conclude, which allows everyone one post.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2023 18:35:47 GMT -5
| here we go Ember Word Count: 1,167/3,522/26,180 |
Ember hadn't really expected the Demon Queen to say anything about her being assigned to infiltrate and take down Ur'Alyconis with the other three, so when she did, the redhead gave her full attention to her, nodding and swallowing the nervousness down. If Lilim had faith in her, then there wouldn't be any issue with her taking on this mission. She just had to have faith in her abilities and take this for what it was - a valuable learning experience.
Thank you, mother.
"Thank you, mother," Ember replied, mimicking the words that Raven had whispered in the back of her mind.
So, you're awake now? I very well couldn't miss out on all the action, now could I?
Well, I'm glad you are. I've been hanging on by a thread. I have no idea what's going on here.
Before she could listen out for her darker half's reply, the woman named Tomoko approached her, throwing her arms around Ember's neck. Ember blinked in surprise, a flush creeping up her cheeks as Tomoko declared that she would take bullets for her. Ember didn't know how to deal with advances from women, but she knew that she very much indeed enjoyed them. That much had been evident from her encounter with Barkley.
It wasn't that Ember didn't like women, but rather, she didn't know how to handle physical or sexual meetings with women. And this woman, Tomoko, was quite obviously a daughter of Lilim - there was something... alluring about her aura, something that Ember couldn't pinpoint.
"Th-thank you," She breathed, trying to ignore that her face was right against the woman's bosom. "I'll do my best to make both of you proud."
Before she could say anything else, the herald shouted, gathering her full attention. It seemed as if it were finally time to begin the mission. She pulled away from Tomoko as gently as she could, hoping that in the process she didn't offend the woman, and directed her gaze towards the steward. She listened intently, taking slow, deep breaths through her nose, and hoping that no one noticed her anxiety.
She waited for something to happen - anything, but the room they were in didn't change and they didn't seem to move from their chosen areas.
"When-"
She was going to ask when they would head out to Toffit when the very air around them became dank and dark, heavy with a force that felt purely evil. She took a deep inhale through her nostrils and swallowed, trying to release the feeling of death on her back, but to no avail. The once desolate, dark atmosphere through the windowpanes was now replaced by shimmering, glaring sunlight that prompted the half-Fae to shield her eyes with her hand, blinking rapidly so that her golden irises could adjust to the change in light.
After they had, the white-haired woman named Arael and the Commander that had previously burst into the room gathered her, as well as the spiky-haired child, and handed them what appeared to be small, silver bracelets with emerald gems placed in them.
"Put these on, and do not take them off for any reason."
Ember obeyed but still looked up at the flaxen-haired woman, curiosity in her eyes. The bracelet that she slipped upon her wrist was unusually warm, almost as if someone had drenched her in the very sunlight that now filtered in through the windows.
"What are they for?"
"The Chamber of Waking allows the user to intercept the mind and body of the living to control them. Without these, both of you are at risk of being invaded by Ur'Alyconis. These four bands alone have taken a year to craft, so do not lose them!"
She felt a chill run down her spine at the words, and exhaled, trying not to think about what could happen if her mind was taken over by the very demon they were seeking to destroy.
"Stay close to me."
The redhead nodded and moved towards Arael's flank. In a moment, the front wall of the Citadel seemed to collapse, revealing sprawling fields and beautiful forests that made Ember breathless. She had been on many planets before, but this one felt the closest to Neraides - it felt like home to her. However, the grim and distorted figures on the other end of the fields took that feeling of home away from her, almost like a mother taking an item from their child.
Ember listened closely to the words Sariel spoke, pointed ears perking up at the anguish that she sensed in her voice - fighting her people had to be something that she'd never believed was possible, and the half-Fae couldn't begin to fathom how difficult this task was for the Celestial.
"Ready yourselves! The Citadel will fall there!"
Once she had spoken the words, the building they were in collapsed. Thankfully, Ember had braced herself and only felt the impact in her calves, wincing slightly. Arael turned towards the other three.
"That's our cue."
"We should get moving," the Commander spoke, almost as if trying to usher Ember and Vegeta along.
“Right. We’ll descend into the City and make our way to the Fortress. Be on your guard, who knows what lies in store.”
Ember followed the flaxen-haired woman through the path towards the Fortress, trying her best to stay focused and at the same time, admire the cobblestone path that was beneath their feet. Maybe after all of this was over, she'd have a proper visit to Toffit, and see if the lands were as magical as her own world.
If they made it out, that was.
It seemed that her fears about this mission were trying to take over her mind. Raven had been quiet, and Ember had to resist the urge to switch with her darker half. This was something that she had to accomplish on her own.
Instead of dwelling on her anxieties, she allowed her eyes to dart to each person that she would be infiltrating the Fortress with. Until they approached the Consecrated Fortress, maybe a bit of hushed small talk would diffuse the tension still on their backs. Now, looking at the group clearly, she took stock of just how... interesting their group was. A half-Fae, two celestials, and a... Saiyan?
"Do you... know Nappa? He's, well, kind of tall, bald, and uhm... a bit goofy." She questioned in a hushed tone, her eyes flitting around the area to land on the boy that had been called Vegeta.
It was probably something stupid to ask, or assume, that all Saiyans knew each other, but every time she encountered another one of the warriors, her mind always flitted right back to the first one she had met. She wondered what he was doing now - if he was busy working on the Lunar Base or doing something else on another planet.
She would make sure to make it back to him and tell him all about this mission.
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Post by Vegeta on Dec 7, 2023 21:29:46 GMT -5
Rotten Sneaks
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| Vegeta's eyes lingered on Tomoko, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. If he'd had more time, he might have wondered if he was actually ready for what she had to offer, but the moment they shared was abbreviated. The Fallen herald's voice cut across the conversations of those gathered and, a few seconds later, the entire facility was, apparently, teleported to Toffit.
The saiyan looked out across the grounds of what must have been the Fallen base, and even then he could see that the attack had not come as a surprise to the enemy forces. They were gathered there, across the lawn that laid before a great fortress. Immediately, Vegeta was not envious of the group that was committed to the head-on assault. They might as well crawl through 10 miles of razor-wire.
Before Vegeta could ponder the others' misfortune for long, the one named Odyn pulled him to the side with a strong arm. Ariel handed their small group each some sort of ring, emphasizing their worth but doing little to explain how they worked. He didn't bother asking any questions though, sliding it onto his right hand. It seemed to fit perfectly, somehow.
Before he knew it, Vegeta was whisked away and taken along a hidden path that threaded itself the long way around the grounds. With any luck, this would be less expected than the initial attack. It wouldn't take much of a dustup for their little party to get noticed, and that would be that for their genius infiltration idea.
"Do you know Nappa?"
Glancing to the side, Vegeta saw that the fourth member of their group was talking to him. Ember, he remembered someone saying. He raised an eyebrow at her for a few seconds, looking her up and down with no effort to hide his intentions. Then he grinned and turned back to the path, shaking his head. "Nappa, you sly dog," he muttered. Then he raised his voice to her, "Nah, never heard of him. You should keep quiet so we don't get caught."
In the distance, but not so far away that Vegeta felt comfortable with it, the sounds of battle could be heard. Again he was glad not to be part of that, though he was certainly uneasy about their mission, too. He was, on some level, glad to be with a couple of important enough-looking Fallen bozos. He was content to let them lead the way.
Soon enough, they came along the side of the fortress, hidden from the battlefield by what might have been a well-kept garden at some point. "There's a door here, though it may be watched," Ariel told them.
"Well, are there any that may not be watched?" Vegeta asked.
"No."
The reply was grim, but Vegeta shrugged it off. "Then I guess one door is as good as any." He slipped to the front of the group, unbidden, and approached the door. He sensed nothing on the other side, but that didn't mean there wasn't something there. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, revealing a long hallway that seemed to stretch the length of the front of the building. About halfway, it seemed to T-off, heading right and deeper into the complex. There were doors on the right as well, though nothing to betray where they might lead.
Most interesting of all, near the middle of the hall he saw a guard going quickly into a room, slamming the door behind him in a hurry. "I'm no expert, maybe we should start with him?"
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Post by Holly on Dec 8, 2023 16:55:22 GMT -5
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The demon princess followed through like a good soldier. It had been too long since she had gone to war, but a war bitch never forgot the feeling of being in one. Too long has it been since she was able to equip her favorite title, “Bitch of War”. This was the opportunity she would get to do so. She analyzed everyone with her silence, her lips emotionally stagnant. She knew her mother’s strengths and that was all. Sariel’s title gave away a bit of information that Tomoko would have to guess on, and how protective she was had been telling.Tomoko was impressed by the technological infrastructure. The way the teleported was crisp and didn’t take much of their own energy (It didn’t take any, which was ideal). After the transportation, Arael and Odyn ushered Ember and Vegeta out quickly. Tomoko, along with the others most likely, followed Sariel to the battlefield. As the wall opened and gave the demon woman a view of the clashing about to happen.Before the Citadel could engage, Sariel issued a hold command and that caught Tomoko’s attention. Sariel’s eyes fell upon a man at the center, obviously the Commander of the Forlorn. His aura gave it off with too much ease, and Sariel’s reaction, knowing his name and feeling regret spilling from her mouth, painted a well enough story of this cursed encounter. Sariel gave them a run down about how these people were her own. Tomoko’s eyes simmered to a close, feeling the annoyance and pain of that kind of situation. It put even more perspective to the regret she wore on her voice when identifying Darion. All of these soldiers were spiraling in a void and watching their own body’s act without their permission.It was sick. Tomoko’s eyes opened with hatred deep in her irises. “Maybe I should have been on the other side, so I can personally jam that bullet down that fucker’s throat.”This wasn’t just a battle between ideals, right or wrong, or even good and evil. This was a fight between brother’s and sisters. A losing fight from the start. Tomoko looked about and then her gaze fell upon Riki. “You understand right,” she said as if she knew more about Riki’s style than she should. “If you are one of Yan’s crazy ‘blow everything up’ bitches you need to chill.”Funny that came from her, as she was one of them. Tomoko knew she grew though. She understood that her style had changed since she had been isolated. The Citadel finally moved again and when told to brace herself, Tomoko did just that. As she did, it crashed into the walls and without hesitation Tomoko flung herself into the air, keeping close to the dark steed and its rider, the Horseman of Life.Her own blue hair, braided and long, flung about as she flew. She reached down onto her side and pull forth a bladeless hilt, which when touched and energy concentrated onto it, flared an energy blade construct from the base of it. Tomoko was careful, being given the anxiety of possibly cutting down controlled men and women. When a humanoid approached her to attack she simply deflected and kicked or punched them away, providing great harm, but nothing she would deem life threatening. Once the shadow beast got to her, however, she did not hesitate to strike them. Tomoko seemed to play more of a body guard to Sariel, than an attacker such was the way of the Bitch of War. She was primarily a Defensive piece on the battlefield, despite her sporadic nature. She heard the Horseman of Life issue an order to Lilim, like a true general. Tomoko spun, a javelin of ice whizzing past her nose and almost striking the Life Horseman, if it wasn’t for the creepy guy.Tomoko joined both of them, backing up with her energy blade buzzing in her hand. She watched him approach, casually tearing the ground behind him asunder.It was Darion. Tomoko’s eyes simmered down as her aura darkened from a white to a fuscia hue. Her blade gained strength, as did her body and the tattoo’s on her body lit up in that similar pinkish glow to signal her augmented strength. Without a turn to look at Sariel, Tomoko spoke to her.“Horseman of Life, right? Keep me alive and I will protect you until I can’t exist anymore,” she said. A grin as wide as the cheshire cat touched each of her ears, looking upward toward the falling meteor that was Darion, his blade bringing heat that rivaled stars. Her own blade’s temperature rose as she swung with her augmented strength, leaving a trail of flames behind. She intercepted Darion’s clash with her own holding the hilt with both hands tightly. The impact would cause Tomoko’s blade to explode upon Darion’s, making that impact exceed more than Darion’s expected five foot hole. Instantly falling to a knee, the hole which he cleaved surrounding their form at more than double its size.At their clash it sounded more like a disturbing trumpet sounding off, and smoke rose at the aftermath of their explosion. Tomoko tasted his strength first hand, her entire body shaking with regret as this monster placed his strength on her. “Fuck!”His snort should have set off Tomoko, as if she was a pathetic shield that became his annoyance, but she was focused. She could feel his presence and power and knew that she was outmatched. He had every right to feel the way he did. It just didn’t bother Tomoko one bit. “Oh you are a big boy aren’t you. I like it,” she said once she gathered her footing.He gathered his power, and so did Tomoko, who took a step back. “Get behind me, anybody who wants to fucking live.”She freed up one hand, where all of her energy pooled to. “I can’t break the entire thing, only a section.” She placed her hand forward, and fired her first blast, hoping the explosion was enough to punch a hole in the circular destruction. She took a step back and continued to fire blast after blast to maintain the hole. The energy she placed far exceeded what she was normally capable of shooting off, but she knew that was what it would take to break even with the monster in-front of her.He spoke after his attack, having only eyes for Sariel with good reason. Who should care about a succubus princess who had nothing to do with their history. “Oh shut the fuck up. What is your name again? Darion? You talk big, walk big and well kind of hit big. Hm, I don’t think I can really insult you. Uhh, nah fuck it I got one. Weak ass mind. How the hell you get mind controlled? He’s mind controlled right?” Tomoko turned around to look to Sariel for confirmation. “Or is he one of the real bad guys? I lost track already.”She twirled her blade nonchalantly as she spoke.
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Post by Lilim on Dec 8, 2023 19:19:43 GMT -5
Lilim, naturally, smiled a little wider and nodded at the question posed to her by the Scholar. Of course she was a true demon--though perhaps the question was something the good scholar had been contemplating about her for some time. The way he moved... he certainly wasn't completely human, that was for sure. It was possible that he wasn't even human to start, but that hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. Soon enough, however, everyone was called to attention. The offensive was to begin, and the Demon Queen gave a silent command to her subordinates in space to move into position near Toffit. Now that the call to war had been sounded, there was no reason to delay showing their hand, at least at first. Now that it was obvious where they were to attack and what to attack, it was a simple matter of relaying the relevant information through telepathic bonds she shared with her top brass. They would handle the rest of transporting her forces to the front while Lilim would find her own way to Toffit. Unexpectedly, the transition for everyone else was to be a bit more direct, a little trick that Lilim found herself quite fascinated. The entire citadel seemingly teleported to Toffit's surface, seemingly in the blink of an eye. There had been a few foreboding sensations and that odd sense of gravity changing on the fly, and yet, here they stood. How interesting... the Horseman of Life certainly brooked no delay when it came to attacking a foe. Naturally, it took only a moment for her warriors to meet up with them in the proverbial sense, translocating in orbit above toffit just a few moments behind Sariel's dramatic entrance. With the ships in position, however, the deployment could begin; hundreds, if not thousands, of landing craft pierced through the atmosphere with jagged, predatory-looking vessels, whereas other portions of her forces descended on used-and-refurbished Saiyan pods, whereas others used the more direct means of standard drop pods fired from torpedo tubes. To say the general landing of the Infernal Dominion forces was chaotic and unorganized at first was, frankly, an understatement. The troops participating looked more like a gaggle of rioting bullies rather than organized military units. However, that was just the mood when it came to the demonic warfare: chaotic. Only a few could beat their troops into proper, regimented ranks--such as Dabura--but Lilim held no conceptions when it came to warfare. She had men, those men wanted battle, so she gave it to them. The rest was up to them. "As you wish," the Demon Queen said, following Sariel by way of flight, her demonic and bat-like wings carrying her through the air at roughly the same pace as the Celestial's mount. She turned her head towards her generals and communicated with them through telepathic means once more--they were to attack the main fortress at the south side, establishing a general cordone and siege. A million demonic warriors would soon join the fray, eager for battle, blood, and glory. The Demon Queen suspected they would find all in equal measure this day. Naturally, however, it seemed as if their welcome was quite cold indeed, as a javelin of ice nearly skewered Sariel then and there, the leader of this war being saved by none other than Cain himself. The Succubus Queen resisted the urge to make a comment, but only barely, as she could not help but turn her eyes towards the approaching champion, already sensing his powerful aura. "Impressive," she commented aloud, already noting the strange barrier that was to keep everyone on the battlefield. So the foe was confident in their position, so much so that they would refuse to allow even a single foe to escape. The Infernal Empress smiled wide at the gesture--she had no intention of running, even if things went badly. After all, a war like this would be a sight to behold, even if they lost. She was in it for the enjoyment. The sonic boom from the warrior's attack was deafening, and even from this distance, Lilim thought she could feel the heat radiating from his blade. A silvered blade? Impressive, but hardly something the eldest of Lust had to worry about, at least for now. Her own armor would protect her from such blows. However, a massive shockwave of energy rushed towards her, forcing her to swiftly teleport to avoid the worst effects of the attack. What was more impressive was the explosive interception of Tomoko against the attack from the enemy champion--Tomoko had always so impressively-skilled with her blade and might, and while it was not exactly beyond the norm for Tomoko, the Demon Queen could not help but let her chest swell a little with pride. "That's my girl," she said just loud enough for Tomoko to hear, but she knew her daughter's attention was elsewhere. She took a deep breath, surprised by the Horseman of War's raw combat strength, however... but then again, if he knew naught but warfare, it would make sense. There was no sense in holding back against such an opponent--while her own forces dealt with the rabble from the fortress, Lilim would have to assist in taking down this powerful foe--and thus, she roared with a powerful shout, her own battle power rising tremendously as she truly stretched her proverbial wings. Not since her battle against the man once known as Tarble had she unleashed her full power like this; it was a good feeling for her, adrenaline rushing through her as her absolute height of might was brought to the fore. She then rushed forward, seeing Tomoko join the fray practically immediately, lashing out with a powerful set of energy blasts! Tomoko started speaking to the opposing champion, and well, Lilim hardly had time for that, all said and told--she immediately dived to the offense, rushing forward with a powerful blow from her mighty fists! 1019 / 6650 / 29046 1: Speed Teleport vs Nuclear Shockwave 2: Regulated Princess of Hell (4% Ki) Free: Flames of Hell (Strength)(4% Ki) Free: Berserker 3-4: Heat Phalanx (DR 6.5)(2% Ki)(Strength is a lot) @ Nappa 10% Ki Used; 1 Used ST
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Post by Goku on Dec 9, 2023 1:10:58 GMT -5
Infiltrating the Fortress
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| "Wait!"
Arael stepped in front of Vegeta and prevented him from entering the long, lonely hallway. They had seen the guard enter one of the rooms, but she dared not follow - not yet. Pointing her index finger toward the middle of the room.
"Look, do you see that glass?" she whispered, redoubling her efforts to point it out. It was small and spread over a tiny area, it was delicate and fragile appearing glass, and that drew a heavy dose of suspicion from the woman. "That's not right, especially with the soldier fleeing. He's set a trap, a poison, most likely," she continued.
It was be foolish to send any of them to test her theory, losing a soldier at this crucial moment could spell disaster for the rest of the mission. Nor did she want to linger for much longer out in the open like this. A patrol or shadow could spot them at any moment. Arael pointed at the right hand side of the hallway, to the nearest door.
"The walls in these rooms are relatively thin. And can be," she made a motion toward the tall, broad-shouldered Odyn. "Smashed with relative ease. We enter on the closest door and take the 'shortcut' forward."
It was risky, but so was walking into the trap laid forth by the defenders of the Usurper. Taking lead, Arael hugged the wall with her back and quickly inched her way toward the door, reaching it only seconds.
Raising her index finger to her lips to quiet them, she then held out three digits following by a punching motion. On the count of three, they would burst into the room swinging, she hoped they caught her intention.
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Post by Riki on Dec 9, 2023 12:48:00 GMT -5
When Ember showed Riki her phone, the girl’s face seemed to freeze up into a blank expression as she tried to figure out how Ember had that phone, why anyone would use that type of phone, how it still worked…and the thoughts carried on.
She blinked away the stupor when she pulled out a scouter but before Riki could reply Tomoko cut into their conversation.
Riki glanced to her, but at the subject of fucking Yan she looked to Ember.
Wait, no, Ember probably didn’t know who Yan was. Riki was the one who had just mentioned him so the now blue haired succubus was talking to her.
Tomoko had already continued talking by the time realization and an annoyed blush crossed Riki’s face. She was flustered but definitely not in the guilty looking way. Her face was twisted into a small grimace at the suggestion. She wouldn’t flat out ‘ew’ the concept, but his boyish charms were far from appealing to her and any attempts he made to be suave had likely gone right over Riki’s head just as Tomoko’s words had. She did like the way Yan talked to her, the way he was super attentive on her and how he made what she said feel important.
Oh, no. Did he like her? Is that why he was nice to her? Was it all a lie? Would he hate her when she rejected him?
Augh. Boys.
”I am not—I am not sleeping with Yan,” she finally stammered but it was clear from her face it was inexperience getting her flustered, and Yan likely had a very slow burn of a job deflowering this one, if he had the energy to bother. He tended to only pursue those that wanted him, and Riki did not want him. Even if he might be able to change that, that was work.
Then the war meeting was finally brought to order. The rest of it wasn’t addressed to her, and went over her head anyway. She wasn’t on the infiltration team or getting trusted with the fancy gun. It wasn’t her concern. She had to blow up the battle field to keep those guys away from the gun group. It wasn’t as heroic as directly beating the head boss, but no job was too small!
Waiting with the other soldiers made her have to repeat her mantra of this day: No job is too small. No job is too small.
At the least she could stand at the front of these guys, assuming this was the front. Her luck they’d be transported and she’s actually be at the back. She frowned at that and waited until the transport was over.
Yep, not the back but the side. She swiftly moved through the ranks, her thin frame doing that easily enough until she was at the new front…only for them to be transported again, and it turned out the front was where she started.
She missed most of Sariel’s speech in this and landed next to Tomoko who turned to her as she arrived. Any warning she tried to give was ruined by calling Riki a bitch. The young woman’s eyes narrowed at the bitch of war, who probably should have learned after Anna almost murdered her that calling them side bitches never actually worked out well for her.
”Finally,” Riki said when the command to fight was finally given, and Tomoko would see one reason Yan had invested in Riki. Or rather, she didn’t see. She wasn’t the devastating slow tank anymore, but Riki straight up vanished in a burst of speed that surpassed some power levels, and she ripped through the horde like a storm.
It was possible she wasn’t explosive at all, at least not in Yan’s traditional sense. She didn’t have to be because her movement itself caused miniature explosions when she connected. She followed Sariel’s command on accident, her devastating strength fueled by ki as she instantly killed anyone she struck. The shadows evaporated against her explosive punch, and she had a good time clearing paths for the other soldiers. She was a bazooka cutting through the forces in jagged slices, allowing Sariel’s forces to charge deeper into the heart of their unfortunate enemies.
No job is too small!
But Darion caught her attention. If she couldn’t go after the tyrant, then the hero could at least take down the strongest on this battlefield, and his power level practically suffocated the rest of his soldiers.
She reappeared near Tomoko like she’d never left, since Tomoko was now in the path of the strongest fellow, and the bitch of war managed to strike the first parry.
Impressive, she thought at the same time Lilim said it, but her thoughts continued to: but not enough.
It was however enough for Riki to follow direction. She moved immediately behind Tomoko, actually pressing her back to the woman’s to offer her support in holding the line so Tomoko could shoot even more powerful blasts without being pushed back and disrupting the cone of defense she was creating.
Before the dust even settled Darion began a taunt, and Tomoko recovered immediately to make a come back. Riki took that moment to inspect the battlefield.
”Perhaps he’s one of Yan’s bitches,” she said just loud enough for Tomoko to hear.
This time Riki did actually listen and take note, but she was already gathering energy herself—enough to make Tomoko extremely weary if her suspicions were correct.
Riki was eying Darion however, fixating on his massive energy signature to the very heart of him. Her entire aura poured into her hands before she clenched her fist and the entire massive store of power vanished.
It reappeared directly on Darion’s chest, blooming like a warped speed flower with potentially more destructive force than his shockwave, only this was fixed directly on him, meant to rip him into pieces.
But Riki was confident he’d survive, and she did not take her attention off of him. She had felt him to his core, and now she dug deeper before unleashing her next attack.
Again, it was directly upon him, like a wave of destructive force engulfing him…only it wasn’t his body but his mind. A psychic force slammed into his mind and immediately began burrowing holes and setting off explosions like a wrecking crew trying to reach the Darion buried underneath. And despite Riki’s appearance, and seeming lacking intelligence her determination and mental will was far stronger than anything most faced in this world. Faux-Darion would probably think the attack was from Sariel, a ploy to save her friend, if he could think at all. Any thought after all would be attacked and destroyed for as long as she could push.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 9, 2023 15:56:15 GMT -5
While he had loved to continue the chit chat, it looked like these people had managed to finish and complete their preperations, with a sudden silence falling over them all when at long last whatever plan these brave (or quite frankly insane) people had managed to conjure up between themselves was to be put in motion.
"Neat," Was all which managed to escape out of the doctor's mouth when he came to the realization that what he had managed to get himself into was a massive floating fortress, almost as if the one called Sariel had taken out all the stops and was moving not just a fortress or citadel, but a whole damn chunk of Cauldron...which given the size of that thing, probably wasn't far off of the mark. While the massive complex slowly closed in on the pressumed headquarters and hideout of the one they all apparently seemed so eager to face off against, all the doctor could do was start making calculations in silence; particularily the time it took him to relay the location of where he had gone off to, the fact that the mercenaries aboard his secondary ship would probably not be seeing him all that soon again AND the fact that they had to play nice with the Dominion, considering he had been promised quite the haul of bodies to be used at his own leisure by both the Dominion's Empress and the person who seemed to be the leader of the forces that were attempting to take on this...'Usurper'.
While the Citadel finally started to slow down, no doubt being halted or at least hampered by this 'Usurper's' defenses, the doctor simply braced himself and awaited whatever movement this rag tag group of people would make. Fighting or waging war wasn't exactly his desire in this pointless squabble, he only wanted samples and if they demanded the doctor better work for his prize, he'd happily do so. After all, it wasn't really easy to get one's hands on fresh celestial samples, let alone these Fallen and Forlorn he heard so much about both in literature and the talks he had overheard between all these strange companions.
"And...here...we...go," Ghast was but one among the many who either poured out of the citadel or those being teleported down onto the ground by the Dominion's fleet, it was quite a large number to behold, but considering this was to still be considered an uphill battle, the doctor simply imagined, nearly salivating on the number of bodies he could actually manage to get his hands on. His position seemed to be pretty good though, as he had been put in the same grouping as the Demon Empress and that weird, but interesting...daughter (?!) of hers...Tomoko or something.
Not rly wanting to exert too much effort on running, but deciding to keep it all casual, the doctor merely hovered a few centimeters above the ground, allowing himself to float forwards over the ground at a modest speed, enough to keep pace with the bulk of the army at the behest of the Demon Empress, but slow enough to not end up slab-dab at the frontlines. His goal was after all not the same as that of these companions, but to have a good choice of his pickings he had to be in a good spot to not have to waste his time fending for his life and not having to hurry to get a sample before it'd be trampled or mangled by the numerous warriors attempting to either get into what was called the consecrated fortress or well visa versa.
What he managed to behold though, was quite the spectacle, for it did not take long for the first bodies to finally drop on the battlefield, yet Ghast had to begrudgingly realize that Lilim had been right, her demons actually seemed to vanish rather than die and remain as corpses...quite a nuissance, since he really did like to experiment some more on proper, natural born demons.
However, While the good ol' doctor was being distracted by what happened around him, the heat of battle sort of speak also managed to make him less acutely aware of his surroundings, only to have him look upon a wall of energy, a dome to be more precise, erupting not too far from his location and slowly making its way towards his location as it seemed to spread its fissionary energy with great speed. Considering the speed of this spread and the location of origin, the Ghast shrugged as he blitzed a few dozen meters to the side, nearly slipping over the slick and slippery entrails of a celestial who had been gutted like a pig on slaughter. "Sheesh, could you guys at least leave the insides intact...mostly intact...I can't work with samples like this..."
This really was kind of the wrong place to monitor everything and get some samples...maybe a bit too chaotic for someone who liked to do things calm and quiet. Though on the other hand he did say he'd help...well, he wasn't sure if he did or whether or not they even asked. In all honesty, the mad scientist was actually not entirely sure WHAT they'd actually expect from him, but he wasn't going to send himself into the heat of battle just yet, best leave that part to those who actually had a desire or a reason to do so.
It didn't take long for his attention to be drawn to something again, a barrage of explosions against what appeared to be some sort of barrier keeping them out of the consecrated fortress in one way or another. Not exactly something to worry him, but perhaps this meant they'd actually be getting inside of the fortress as well.
"Did they call this Usurper a parasite?" For a moment, doctor Ghast bent through his knees, tapping a corpse on the ground and making it vanish before standing up again and staring into the direction of those explosions again. "So...if that was metaphorically, it wouldn't be interesting, but imagine if it was true...like a real parasite, now that could be something interesting...hmm, I really don't like having to waste valuable samples, but I reckon it's probably the best way to get what I want."
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Post by Nappa on Dec 11, 2023 18:28:39 GMT -5
| Sixty Minutes Zaquiel Word Count: 628 / 2509 / 30,944 |
Zaquiel sat down in the chair closest to him and looked around. Despite the Fortress having the outward appearance of essentially a prison - and having the same sort of lockdown capabilities - many of the rooms were actually incredibly comfortable. A small, crackling fire roared in the fireplace at the far corner, and there were a couple bookshelves filled with thick tomes leaning against each other, many of their leather bindings beginning to fade from the centuries of use. A deep voice he didn’t recognize had finally answered his request, explaining the situation. The three closest rooms to the entrance on either side of the main hallway held a unit of two Celestial guards. They were to wait patiently in their rooms for the next hour. By that point, the central air systems within the Fortress will have filtered out the Heart Virus and the hallway would be safe to enter once again. At that point, they would initiate the Second Step Protocol: all six guards - and Zaquiel himself, but only because he happened to be in the area - would drag whoever happened to attempt an entrance to the nearest isolation chambers. Within time, they would be interrogated ruthlessly to discover all information and then they would be put down. Essentially, this meant that for now, all the guards had to do was wait patiently for the clock to run out before taking the trash out. Zaquiel didn’t necessarily like the feeling of boredom he had, but there wasn’t any reasonable way to get around that. He had chosen to run into the lounge room. He envied the other guards, who were probably interacting with one another or creating things to pass their time together. At least he had his newly commissioned Elysian Blade to keep him company. He slid it out of his sheath and glanced at the markings written along the edge of the blade; they were ancient runic symbols. There were no magic qualities imbued into the blade that he knew of, but the words were still empowering to read, in a way: Heaven is where you shall live forever.His fingers rubbed the length of the inscription slowly, before he stood up. Had he heard something? The silence had been so intense before now that even the smallest sound immediately drew his attention, but he wasn’t positive of what the muffled noises were. Perhaps someone had attempted to enter the Fortress after all and were dropping like flies to be retrieved later. He looked at his comm to check the time and smiled. He would soon find out. On either side of the hallway are five rooms stacked next to each other. The first three rooms on either side have 2 Celestial guards waiting at that room’s door entering into the hallway. They will be semi-relaxed and unprepared for a sudden strike, but still in full battle gear and listening out for anybody who could get past the Heart Virus. Keep in mind the walls are thin between the rooms, as Zaquiel is in the 5th room on one side of the hallway and is listening for things happening on the other side of the hallway where you are. That is to say, unless you are incredibly stealthy, people in the room closest to yours will know you are coming before you break the wall. The Heart Virus will render the hallway unusable. All the guards will have put a one-hour timer on their comms so that they would know when it was safe for them to leave their rooms. This round, you will have 48 hours to reply, and just as last round, you may post more than once if you so choose to before the round is complete.
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Post by Goku on Dec 12, 2023 1:12:40 GMT -5
Death & Divinity
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| "If you're somewhere in there, Darion - I'm so sorry. If I can save you, I promise I will. If I cannot...I hope you understand."
The defenders that had been gathered had proven more than capable of playing their part, and assisting the remnants of the Fallen in theirs.
Shadows advanced across the battlefield, threatening to engulf the rebellious force and devour them whole. They were strengthened by the Horseman of War, of whom they appeared to originate from as well. That’s how they were able to bolster the Forlorn defenses so heavily.
Sariel had utilized the cover provided by the Demon Princess to avoid Darion’s onslaught by ducking behind the younger appearing woman as her energy flared up against their enemy. Tomoko was the shield to the rider-less Horseman, a most welcomed boon. "Thank you," she whispered, unsure of if the girl would hear her.
“For Toffit! For the Fallen Empire!” she rallied loudly and thrust her blade toward the heavens. As the tip of her blade was thrown above, it seemingly pierced a thin membrane above them as a tidal wave of soothing blue energy spilled out across the battlefield. Its soothing waves crashed over friend and foe alike, but only had a regenerative effect on those allied to the Horseman.
“I am with all of you!" the Horseman of Life shouted, rising above the crowd though it made her target larger. "Cain! Please ensure the safety of my soldiers. Lilim, Riki, Tomoko, we must dispatch this harbinger of War here and now," she gave the commands, though they were already well under way attacking and mocking Darion.
War cannot be taken down so easily. If we don't hurry..
Sariel ran her fingertips across the flat side of her blade and ignited a holy fire from within the confines of the ebony blade. The holy golden fire quickly traveled across the length of the blade and followed with each strike and thrust she made.
Quickly falling to one knee, the Celestial thrust the tip of the blade until the trampled grass of the planet. Burnt grass filled her nostrils as the holy aura traveled into the ground and spread in all directions, like the cracked glass of a window. The snaking splits in the ground fell under the feet of her enemies and allies alike, but much like her gentle aura - it only scorned the wicked.
Plucking the blade from the earth with a loud slop, Sariel moved in to assist her allies in dispatching Darion.
I - Ki Regen [+5% ki restored to all allies per post] II - Life Regen [+5% health restored to all allies per post] III - Holy Blade [+1 DR to all weapon techniques and team weapon techniques] IV - Consecration [2 DR damage per turn to Darion. Vanquishes shadows] |
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Post by Nappa on Dec 12, 2023 1:25:47 GMT -5
| First Blood THE FORLORN Word Count: 1725 / 4234 / 33,116 |
It was unreal. Despite his concerted effort to ignore her, that brat wouldn’t shut the fuck up. First she had jumped into his initial strike, cutting off his chance to end this ridiculous rebellion in one fell swoop, and forcing this to be an unnecessarily prolonged affair. Then, she started barking orders around at random individuals as though she were their general, which - Darion didn’t particularly care who ran this useless rebellion, but he was sure that someone who reeked so heavily of Lilim was not in charge of the Demon Queen. She was clearly one of her brood. And still the woman talked. But something she said finally broke through his wall of concentration: “Mind controlled?” His face lay hidden behind the helmet, so nobody could see, but he frowned in confusion. In the meanwhile, behind the mask, the true Darion screamed obscenities. He had accepted after fighting his body for the entire path down to the battlefield that he still was unable to regain control of himself, but that didn’t mean his spirit had been broken. Instead, it meant that he was in the unusual position of hoping that his friends were able to murder him. Or, if Sariel had meant what she’d claimed moments before... maybe there was a way to fix this. “My mind is my own! It’s my body that’s controlled! That... that creature has hold of me! But thank you - thank all of you - for coming! Free us! Free us by any mea...”“Are these the lies that you’ve been fed?” Darion’s eyes flashed under the helmet. “Sariel told you that we are but feeble little victims that must be saved by--”He felt a tickle in the back of his skull, warning him of danger. Instinctively, Darion’s body moved, shifting to the side. He didn’t move so fast as to be undetectable, but his limbs adjusted with a sort of alien fluidity, as though his form were ink in an ocean, swirling in all directions as soon as anybody reached to make contact. He came back to where he was a moment later and continued speaking, as though he hadn’t been interrupted. “--by filthy demons?” Finishing the thought made a name rise to the surface, one that he had heard in passing but knew little about in practicality. Still, he clung to it, hoping to throw the strangely over-talkative child off her game. “Lady Tomoko Kuroda...” He tilted his head in the direction of Lilim, whose devastating attack was the one he had managed to avoid moments before. “I can see the... family resemblance.”A massive energy signature caught his attention before he could continue, and Darion blinked. It was coming directly from the loudmouthed demon woman, but she clearly wasn’t charging up any energy. He wasn’t even sure she was capable of creating something as powerful as what he was feeling. He didn’t sense he had the time to look closer, though, and immediately wrapped himself in a nearly translucent golden aura. In the meantime, Darion’s body had scarcely a moment to spare before a dense ball of energy appeared on his suit of armor, glowing and expanding rapidly. Its explosion a moment later was so intense that even with the powerful Celestial barrier he’d managed to set up around himself in defense, the angel still needed to take a full two steps back to rebalance himself. “That almost hurt,” he growled, still unsure where the attack had come from. “Why don’t you show yourself then, if you’re this powerful?”A moment later, Darion felt his body freeze up. Something was... something was wrong. It felt like cold, slimy hands were pushing their way through his mind, rifling through the connections his synapses had formed and trying to find... something. He couldn’t imagine what these icy fingers were trying to find, but he had learned the basics of mental defense, and tried to create a wall around his mind and lock out the interloper. The effort was incredibly difficult from the beginning; whoever was attacking him was adept, nimble, and on the hunt for something specific. It must be Life. What she was hunting for, he didn’t have the faintest idea, but for the sake of the Fortress, he couldn’t allow the Traitor to discover the information she wanted. So focused he was on trying to keep her away from any secrets she might be hunting for, that he became completely still. It took what felt like an eternity - in the real world, it was likely a few scant seconds. Still, at the speeds they were moving, even going still for seconds could have proven fatal, so Darion was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt the thick metal gates shut on his mind, pushing the grubby fingers of the blue haired witch out of his mind once and for all. As he suddenly became able to move again, Darion flailed; he had been so deeply lost in the defense of his mind that once he regained control of his body, he reacted in instinctive defense. His silver blade arced in front of him, glinting against the light from above. It aimed straight for Lady Tomoko, as true as if he had swung the blade with purpose (though, largely, it was simply because he still faced her). The Horseman of War hacked out a short laugh. It was a nervous, marginally-too-loud bark - it had intended to show confidence, but his facade cracked a little. Darion had been fully prepared for a physical assault, but an attack on his mind felt low for anyone who claimed to be a Celestial. Then again, with the company she kept... Darion hefted the blade he was wielding back up to chest height, feeling the shadow of the Demon Queen moving. She hadn’t spoken to him yet, but her might was supplying the foolish dreams of these rebels. She would pay dearly for giving them false hope. Knowing that with Lilim’s speed, she would be able to avoid a casual blade swing, he waved the silver sword in a wide arc. He’d hoped that with its wingspan and the sword’s full length combined, she would find it harder than normal to dodge its cold metal. That was when he saw a flash of cerulean, and spun, his aura doubling in size just from adrenaline spiking within him. The Life Horseman’s words from before still rang in his mind, though he hadn’t engaged with her due to that unruly child of Lilim. They simply swirled in his mind, a taunt disguised as some sort of kindness... as though he was a child that needed saving - her saving. ...If I can save you, I promise I will...The delusions of grandeur the Horseman of Life had of herself were to be expected, but still... that was twice now during this battle that the claim had been made of him not being of his own faculties. If anything, he felt more like himself than he had felt in a long time. The scent of blood, the sounds of his shadows collapsing, and the sight of steel against armor made his blood lust reach peaks it hadn’t seen in years. He watched as her blade pierced the ground while the Celestial stood on one knee. Holy energy poured out from the blade in all directions, burning jagged lines in the grass as it flew outward. Darion took in a deep, harsh breath; as one of the lines of energy approached him, he felt a sensation akin to heartburn travel through his body. He recognized with a start as shadows around him shattered and dissipated in the air that the witch had tampered with her abilities somehow, allowing her to damage even pure-hearted creatures. He himself couldn’t be harmed by her Consecration under normal circumstances. Life truly had sunk low, to have corrupted herself and the powers she possessed, but he did not address her attack. He shook off the pain and clenched his jaw, raising the silver broadsword so that it was inches away from his face - the final dance between himself and the Horseman of Life did not need many words to have substance. Their history spoke for itself... and soon, it would be over. First, Darion raised his free hand, allowing the tip of his own sword to pierce his flesh. He winced, not from the pain so much as from the necessity of his act. The Forlorn glanced down at his hand as the blood began to form an intricate symbol in his palm; the moment it was completed, he felt another painful tug at his heart, but knew that this was not an assault from Sariel. He himself had spent a fraction of his own life force to prevent her from using more of her unique attributes in their confrontation. She would have to beat him with her skill alone at this point - and nothing could end Life faster than War. In the blink of an eye, he slashed in Sariel’s direction twice - first, from the wispy clouds in the sky down to the boots he wore before her. His second slash was horizontal, at chest level. The two cuts were so fast and so powerful that for an instant before flicking out of view, there was an afterimage of a cross in the air between them. The others had been attempting to deny him his moment, but Darion deserved all the drama and spectacle of being able to put an end to the leader of this ragtag group of Celestials. He had eyes only for one.
Actions: - Precognition vs Heat Phalanx [Free]
- Divine Aegis (Barrier) vs Dirtier Fireworks (-90% DMG) [-7% Ki] [Free]
- Weapon Attack @ Tomoko
- Weapon Attack @ Lilim
- Blood Sigil [-5% Vit]
- Vast Cross @ Sariel [0% Ki]
Ki Used: 30% The posts will be split from now on, due to their being on different time frames now. Hopefully, that will allow both sections of this saga to flow at different, but similarly enjoyable, paces. You have 72 hours to reply to the battle post. You are allowed one post per character, with all the same rules from above still in effect.
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Post by Lilim on Dec 12, 2023 2:36:04 GMT -5
"Tch--" Lilim scoffed, the target of her potent attack managing to avoid her ire almost as if he were more a liquid than a person. That was not to say she was incapable of seeing how he dodged her blow--to the contrary, his moves were rather impressive to see--but rather, she suspected her opponent was far more in-tuje with his environment and the sensation of battle than she had given him credit. Horseman of War, indeed. She could not help but wonder if Dabura would be having so much trouble with this champion. Maybe she should have dragged him along on this escapade. "The only person trying to rescue you is her, you know," she snapped back with a feral grin as she prepared for another strike. "And I'll have you know, I am impeccably hygenic!" she teased, though it seemed the warrior was far more focused on Sariel than anyone else. "Typical Angelic arrogance--you really should pay more attention to those around you."At that point, Lilim paused, sensing an attack from Riki, so the Demon Queen made room for the explosive attack to lash against the opposing Champion, and even the Empress could sense the raw mental assault from the young woman's mind. That such a young girl could exert this much psychic might... truly, she was something very special that Yan had found. She would have to ask him about her later--now was definitely not the time to indulge in curiosity. She tried to maneuver to a better angle of attack, but her foe was still quite aware of her presence. Naturally, she was pulled back into the fight by a wide swing of his massive blade, forcing her to bring her arms up in defense. The Demonic plates upon her arms absorbed the impact of his sword, causing a loud hissing sound as Demonic Plate steel was exposed to Celestial silver, but the armor had done most of its job. That he could swing his blade with such force was, frankly, surprising. She tried to mask her grunt of pain with a chuckle. "Made an impression, did I? It's nice to know a gal can be remembered by a guy," she flirted, practically nonchalantly, swiftly bringing her knee up towards Darion's armored gut. The attack probably would not stun him... but it would certainly hurt! However, it was clear he was not done with attacking Sariel, so she rushed forward in order to intercept the blow. Demonic sigils glowed with bright, red hues as she loosed a strike from her fist, her gauntlet blocking the weapon technique in its tracks, and her Armor's magic immediately went to work on reversing the blood sigil on his hand, hopefully dissipating it. "Tsk Tsk--how rude to address a lady and then try to ignore them. I'm right here. Wouldn't you rather dance with me?" she said with a wicked smile as she pushed his blade aside with a great deal of effort! With a flash of ruby light, she summoned a ball of energy to try and imprison the warrior within the ball's Demonic confines. If successful, she would slam it down into the ground for quite the explosive finish! Free. Regulated Princess of Hell (4% Ki) Free. Flames of Hell (Strength) (4% Ki) 1. Rock Crusher vs Nappa 's A4 2. Comet Shatterer vs Nappa 's A6 3. Destroy Blood Sigil 4. Hokaku Kon Dan vs Nappa (DR 5)(6% Ki) Recover 5% Ki (Thanks Sariel ❤️) Ki used this post: 14% Ki recovered this post: 5% Total Ki used: 19% 518 / 7168 / 33634
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 14, 2023 6:08:21 GMT -5
Of course, they were all still fighting to the utmost of their ability, even from afar the doctor could see the flashes of light, and feel the clashes of large quantities of energy colliding. Though he had decided to go more into the direction of the fray, hoping that there would be more useful specimens at the frontlines, the thought of getting caught up in this barbaric display of power was not the first thing he would have hoped for. Alas, there was obviously a caveat he had to deal with, as that Horseman as she apparently called herself was the central figure of this raid, it was perhaps best not to let her lose her life in this place. This wasn't a thought swirling in his mind because of any affection towards Sariel or her companions, but simply a logical assumption. If that woman died or got grievously wounded, a retreat was a big possibility and in those cases fingers would undoubtedly be pointed at those who did too little to change the tide. Heck, it might even lead to being captured by these...Forlorn, and capturing or enslavement...not to mention possible execution was not something the mad scientist was clambering for.
"I really don't have a single idea on what they're doing," Ghast mused as he reached down to make another poor sod that had been caught in the fray disappear. The battle was growing more intense, with a stalemate being a possibility. Either their forces had been much smaller than he had thought or the defenses were holding up much better than the leadership of this assault had thought, either way it was becoming more crowded in the frontlines and crowds did mean more bodies. However, even if the doctor was keen on keeping a low profile, fending off himself only ever so often in this strange collision of forces with similar feel and build, the fact that they had mentioned this Usurper to be a parasite and all the interesting things that entailed still managed to roam through Ghast's twisted mind, enticing him and making him curious...not to mention the fact there was still that somewhat barbaric, but not at all uninteresting batch of supporters of Sariel in this battle. Either way, he'd have his bodies to work with, and he'd be damned to let go of such an opportunity to gain some proper and fine specimens to experiment on.
It surprisingly didn't take much effort or time to reach the actual heart of the battle, with a few moments in which the doctor had to avoid swinging blades and a few energy projectiles, he finally managed to arrive where the others were trying to force their way through the defenses of the assaulted party. It did not take Ghast long to finally understand what they were all up against, as in the middle of the fray, a heavily armored warrior was holding his own against a host of what could be considered the creme de la creme of the galaxy's most powerful or at the very least most notable warriors. The fact that this knight of sorts was managing to hold his own in such a situation was without question impressive and at the same time rather delightful. It made the doctor wonder if he would be allowed to take this one as a test subject when it was all over, after all, they had promised him bountiful bodies; but had not specified which he'd be allowed to take for his research.
Still, as it was clear that perhaps a more concise plan of action was needed to topple this metaphorical iron giant, Ghast tried to use the fact that he had only just joined into the fray to the advantage of the group. While the demon empress was obviously having some fun and banter when engaging this opponent, with the others seemingly having their own enjoyment in this squabble, the mad scientist aimed to utilize his anonymity and fresh arrival to hopefully confuse or at the very least annoy this 'Darion' fellow. He did so by silently raising his finger and attempting to get in a pot shot or two with a couple of thin, yet lightning-fast beams of energy aimed at the armored opponent's center mass.
"I know, I know...better late than never, I had a few good samples laying around," Ghast chuckled, the sound of his voice rather muffled and muddled by the helmet which obscured his face in its entirety. "I'll make up for my tardiness...with this..."
As soon as his breath escaped his helmet after saying those words, the doctor tensed the muscles in his arms, wriggling his fingers for a moment until those too seemed to cramp up, with dense, dark blue energy starting to appear and concentrate within the palms of his hands. With his energy rising and a few grunts which showed the tremendous amount of concentration and focus he had to put into the technique he was performing, Ghast finally threw his hands forward, launching two beams that started to arc around separately over the battlefield, his hands twitching and moving ever so slightly as he tried to correct and maintain their course; before he suddenly flicked both his wrists to have the two dark blue, firey beams collide on a single spot; that very spot being Darion itself...
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Post by Holly on Dec 14, 2023 13:33:10 GMT -5
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Tomoko had given Sariel a glance, giving her the signs of knowing she heard her appreciation, but kept it simple just like that. The indent in the ground was magnificent, created by the clash between a Horseman of War and a Bitch of War. To Tomoko, this was a fitting battle that she wished would devolve into a duel instead of what it truly had to be at this time. The succubus princess did not have as much knowledge of the horseman as someone deeply rooted in this ongoing conflict, but there was the common knowledge that floated through the typical vines of communication. Communication. That was Tomoko’s strongest ability, but not in any good way in particular. As she was able to rise herself to a proper stand after breaking the formation of his shockwave partially, dust was wiped from her shoulder. She heard him finally respond to her and her grin seemed sneaky in how it peeked around the corners of her lips. She heard the usual insult, being called filthy -- which always served as a compliment for her. But then he found a way to poke her unexpectedly.Tomoko didn’t really say much to her mother’s words, even though they sunk in to give her confidence. She perked up, however, and not in any kind of excited way when she heard the title that she held with disdain spill from his lips. It was as if he knew more about her than she knew of him. It certainly had the effect he was looking for in her. “W-Wha, Hey! Don’t call me th,” she started to say but she felt Riki’s energy. She had paid some attention to how Riki fought, as much attention as she could, but battle always grabbed her attention more when Tomoko was in the middle of it.Now, she felt a sense of excitement fill the void where dread would be. Was Riki about to blow them all up? That would be so boss. But there was control from it, which Tomoko would be lying to anyone if she said that didn’t impress her some. Tomoko’s eyes never left Darion. His keen senses mitigated much of the damage, expectantly, but then he froze. Every muscle that seemed loose and ready for battle turned to stone for a split second as if a thought crossed his mind that brought dread.“I mean, maybe he does do explosive shit. He sounds hot as well underneath the helmet too,” Tomoko said to Riki. “Hey good concentration. Thought you were gunna blow me up for a second, WHOA!”Tomoko wanted to theorize what froze him, but before that could happen his blade came with conviction and purpose that only sung the songs of cleaving a demon in two.What it did was split her into three. The weight of his blade pressed against her shoulder and she felt her skin begin to split, not at its sharpness, but at its tonnage. When the arc of the blade completed, blood splattering forward toward Darion’s obsidian armor, Tomoko had fallen backwards and shrunk in size. Her size drop had something to do with her converting all off her concentration and energy in splitting her body into three to avoid a deadly life ending cleave. The woman easily stood 6’5 in her blue haired Jin state. At the request of Darion’s blade, she seemed to have cut her height three ways and tinier variants of the princess started to circle Darion like school yard children. He swung at the Queen, who blocked the blade with a great difficulty before retaliating with a knee strike. All while that happened the three Tomoko’s mostly giggled madly and ran between the two as if they were ignorant kids that circled between fueding parents with no care in the world for now.A sapphire spark of light fell upon the battlefield and caused the girls to stop and look up at Sariel withone going, “Oooo, the Life lady is doing something cool.”Another, “I feel energized!”The last, “Oh the cut doesn’t hurt that much anymore, Hey! Hey Look at our swords!”All three of them took to their own swords, and saw a strange rune and glow upon it, that no doubt came from the Horseman of Life, it had to!“Oh she is so cool,” all three said at once and then their own expressions went from curiosity to tiny little devils. Immediately, they rushed to Sariel’s side, seeing as Lilim did the same to parry Darion’s blade and attempt to trap him in a ball of power. “Life Horseman, Life Horseman we have to keep you alive,” said the more worried looking one.“Yes, we have to keep you standing! Don’t worry we got this,” said the more grumpy one.“Keep being awesome Sarry,” said the most hyper out of the bunch (even though they were all hyper as rabbits).All three set their blades alight with their energies and followed up after -- is that the strange doctor guy? They all looked over to see him show up and they indeed did let out a collective, “Hey you slacker, you are late. Collect bodies later!”Of course he responded with some pinpoint attacks of his own and as quick as they were annoyed at him they switched to being impressed. Kids are easy to impress these days, right? So they followed up after all of the chaos and created even more chaos. Locating Darion, they started circling him over and over. This created a spark of colors that would shimmer and shake like a kaleidoscope. It almost felt like Darion was in a mirror room that didn’t display his own reflection, but the reflection of the three tiny girls running in impossible directions.Giggles echoed throughout the entire battlefield. “Bet you can’t find us before we find you!”Then came one of the most brutal displays of confusion, and skill from a sword wielding warrior, or well warriors since she was cut in three now. Every few seconds, a little girl would dash out of a mirror shard with their blade aimed true at Darion’s armor. Like shooting stars, they would zing outward and swing their blades at different speeds and angles.“Weee!” “Woooo!” “Pow!” “Bam!” “Swooosh!” “Over here!” “No, Over here!”“Keep up!” “Hee Hee Hee!!”In between the slicing combo, at-least two energy blasts came out of some mirror shards in the mix of it all, providing a very overwhelming attack. When they finally ran out of juice, or rather needed to stop for a quick breath, the kleidiescope effect ended and all three slid to a stop. One stopped earlier than the rest and caused the other two to tumble over here with them all screaming at the crash and rolling over each other.
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